I Have Too Much Stuff
I was walking through the garage yesterday and I realized that I have boxes of stuff that I don't even remember I own. Which brings me to the question: Why do I own it all?
Some stuff I keep for posterity. But today I am not sure for whose posterity. Mine? I have boxes of posterity. I have boxes of high school memorabilia. How much do I need to keep to remember high school? Not as much as I have, I am sure. How much do I need to keep my books? I have lots of books that I'll never read again, I would venture. So why do I have them still? I am not sure. I recently went through my cd collection and I pulled out about 30 cds that I know I'll never listen to again. They were for a specific time, for a season and now I am past that season and I don't need the music.
Why do I keep all these things? Is it fear? Am I afraid that I'll never have resources to buy another should I need it later? Am I failing to trust God that he will provide for me and my family? Some things I keep simply because I really like them. I have a set of drawers from my childhood that I like just because I like it. I also have a breakfast table, an old ice box and a butcher block that carry very strong memories for me. I feel better when I look at them, I remember those people who I inherited the pieces from.
The only exception to this is the p*t. (I don't want people to come to this blog who are spelling the word in google). I have this big Indian p*t I inherited from my birth father and frankly we need to let it go. It has no family memory tied to it and it is too fragile to keep in our house much longer. So I think now that we saved up a little bit we might be able to have it appraised and then find an auction to sell it in. It really should be in a museum, and not with us. It is a large piece and should be available for other people to see. We have no idea about the worth, as we have not been able to identify the origins. So, we'll see about that.
I need to start cutting...cutting things out of my house that I will never use, and I certainly don't need to own. I think this is another wave of the cleaning house I started a year ago. Ladies, I feel another yard sale coming on...
Some stuff I keep for posterity. But today I am not sure for whose posterity. Mine? I have boxes of posterity. I have boxes of high school memorabilia. How much do I need to keep to remember high school? Not as much as I have, I am sure. How much do I need to keep my books? I have lots of books that I'll never read again, I would venture. So why do I have them still? I am not sure. I recently went through my cd collection and I pulled out about 30 cds that I know I'll never listen to again. They were for a specific time, for a season and now I am past that season and I don't need the music.
Why do I keep all these things? Is it fear? Am I afraid that I'll never have resources to buy another should I need it later? Am I failing to trust God that he will provide for me and my family? Some things I keep simply because I really like them. I have a set of drawers from my childhood that I like just because I like it. I also have a breakfast table, an old ice box and a butcher block that carry very strong memories for me. I feel better when I look at them, I remember those people who I inherited the pieces from.
The only exception to this is the p*t. (I don't want people to come to this blog who are spelling the word in google). I have this big Indian p*t I inherited from my birth father and frankly we need to let it go. It has no family memory tied to it and it is too fragile to keep in our house much longer. So I think now that we saved up a little bit we might be able to have it appraised and then find an auction to sell it in. It really should be in a museum, and not with us. It is a large piece and should be available for other people to see. We have no idea about the worth, as we have not been able to identify the origins. So, we'll see about that.
I need to start cutting...cutting things out of my house that I will never use, and I certainly don't need to own. I think this is another wave of the cleaning house I started a year ago. Ladies, I feel another yard sale coming on...
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